#ego

I mean, what does Éloa mean?” He narrowed his gaze, answered her literally. “It’s the name of an angel.” Penelope tilted her head, thinking. “I’ve never heard of him.” “You wouldn’t have.” “Was he a fallen angel?” “She was, yes.” He hesitated, not wanting to tell her the story, but unable to stop himself. “Lucifer tricked her into falling from heaven.” “Tricked her how?” He met her gaze. “She fell in love with him.” Penelope’s eyes widened. “Did he love her?” Like an addict loves his addiction. “The only way he knew how.” She shook her head. “How could he trick her?” “He never told her his name. ↗

— Sarah MacLean

#angels #eloa #love #lucifer #seduction

That's just your ego, trying to make sure it stays in charge. This is what ego does. It keeps you feeling separate, keeps you with a sense of duality, tries to convince you that you're flawed and broken and alone instead of whole. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#love

Lead is to lead as follow is to follow. And lead is to lead as a type of metal is to a type of metal. Which brings me to my point: To love is to lead with your heart, while allowing your ego to sink like lead.
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— Jarod Kintz

#ego #follow #heart #lead #love

Humanity does not pass through phases as a train passes through stations: being alive, it has the privilege of always moving yet never leaving anything behind. Whatever we have been, in some sort we are still. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#humanity #love

Did I love what I was doing, or did I love myself in doing it? ↗

— C. Terry Warner

#motivation #self-esteem #love

Never," said Gregor. "I'll never get rid of you, no matter how hard I try." It was no longer an effort to say the words. "I love you." "I love you, too," said Luxa. After that there was nothing left to say. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#gregor #luxa #never-forget #love

If we are to grow in love, the prisons of our egoism must be unlocked. This implies suffering, constant effort and repeated choices. ↗

— Jean Vanier

#love #love